As some of you undoubtedly heard the other night through text message, my cell phone was clearly on its way out Thursday night. I was sitting in my class, and the battery of my beloved cell phone exploded. And when I say exploded, I mean it expanded internally in a way that I could no longer fit it in the back of my phone. In a cold sweat, I proceeded to try to fit it back in. At first I thought I was just retarded, and was trying to jam it in in a weird way. But then I realized that the battery was a lot fatter than it had ever been, so something must have gone wrong in there. That's when extreme sadness set in. I was sullen. I was downtrodden. And all the calls that have shaped my life over the past 5 years were becoming a distant memory. All the hilarious text message exchanges from my friends and family and all the 2am texts to girls, followed by 2:01am text messages from girls laughing me off the stage--all those memories from my phone were slowly coming to end.
For those who are unaware, I have had the same cell phone for 5.5 years. Yea, I know, it really is amazing. It's an astonishing feat when you think about it. I don't think any of my friends or anyone I associate with has had their cell phone for more than a year and a half. My friend Derek Smith upgrades his cell piece almost monthly if not weekly. Currently, I think he is featuring a Blackberry that isn't out anywhere in the states. It must have "fell off a truck" or something. So I have a bond with this cell phone that rivals Stockton and Malone. It's been a friendship forged through a really great time in my life.
On the car ride home from managerial accounting, millions of thoughts rushed through my head as tears came cascading off my eyes. Was this really it? This was how it was gonna end? Then in a flash of brilliance, I remembered that for a time, my dad had the same cell phone that I had. I thought that he might still have it somewhere, and with that, my dream of keeping my cell phone could still be alive. When I got home, I scavenged through the house looking for the old phone. I FOUND IT. I quickly jacked the battery out of the back, and put it on my phone. And as luck had it, it worked and operated smoothly. It worked perfectly. And 2 days later, it's still working great.
Now a lot of you probably figured me for an IPhone or a Blackberry. I know a lot of you are thinking "Damn Jc, you're so plugged in on everything, I thought for sure you would have a Blackberry." And all of you would be absolutely correct. My personality lends itself to a Crackberry or Iphone. No question about it. And probably in the near future, I am gonna get one of those. And when I get one of those, I will probably obsess over it for at least a year, if not longer. It's just that I am part of something really special here with this phone. I can't abandon it until it dies. It's been too good to me. So for the time being, rest assured that my phone is alive and well. It is not going anywhere in the near future. And I look forward to continuing this great run I have been on. If you have any questions, call or text me.
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